Nick was frustrated and angry. Chopping away at the training dummies gave her no pleasure this evening, nor did it adequately vent the emotions she couldn't entirely understand. Even out on the field her uncomfortable thoughts followed her, and Cujo had ceased his whispered advice so she could just take it out on the dummy. Later a well-meaning hunter had offered to give her some tips on fighting, seeing her angrily hacking away at the target, and she drove them off with glaring and swearing.
She was determined to just pulverize something until the bad feelings went away, even if she was out there all night.